Poem: confusion of cultures

I am

a confusion of cultures.

Uniqely me.

 

I think this is good

because I can

understand

the traveller, sojourner, foreigner,

the homesickness

that comes.

 

I think this is also bad

because I cannot

be understood

by those

who have sown,

and have grown

in one place.

 

Unknown author

("third culture kid")